I shouldn’t have to be verbally defined by a stranger as “sexy” or “having a fat ass.”

Feb 18, 2014 at 9:00am | 538 comments

He says, “Don’t make me hit you.” He may be ’roided out, judging from his Jose Canseco-like biceps. “Go ahead,” I hiss. “Show everyone on this street what a gentleman you are.”
Please, like hairy legs would really keep you safe from street harassment.
One woman was harassed right after having her dog put down after his battle with cancer.
It seems like every woman I know has developed a strategy for dealing with that slimy feeling of a deserted train car or an empty, dark street.
I grew up learning that the only way to deal with bullies is to ignore them, the sort of I'm-rubber-you're-glue rhetoric that conflict-avoiders love. To acknowledge a fear of catcalling strangers, even among friends, feels a bit like letting the bullies win.
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Fortunately, as each year goes by, I have begun to age a little and become better about not being polite to strange men who assume they can pay to blow me.